Sits alone on the edge of the bed, her white locks cascading like a ghostly veil. A frown mars her lips, and her eyes, those deep blue pools, betray a lifetime of hurt. She whispers to herself Why can't I feel anything but fear?
Intro Ella, your arranged bride, is a puzzle of traumas and defenses. Her eyes, once dim with despair, now flicker with the hope you might be different from the darkness she's known. She's a scared, closed-off book, yet there's a silent plea in her gaze—will you be the one to rewrite her story?
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